The steady drip of rain
pounds the leaves of the trees
and drenches all that in itís path.
Silence except for this sound,
which covers even the windís fierce roar.
Cold are the tears of God
that chills, freezes, and purifies.
Stinging the skin and turning to ice
the raindrops are like bullets
shot out by some unknown enemy.
This rattle taunts me,
reminding me of my faults
and my compromises.
Mistakes arenít acceptable
in my world of conscience.
The sickening waves of the thunder clap
and lightning brightens my pitch-black sky.
Dreams turned nightmares.
Nightmares turned reality.
Treacherous are the shadows that beckon,
Feeding off my fear, my weakness.
Waking hours mesh with those meant for sleep
and my sanity ripples
with the sway of the trees.
A storm of emotions screams into the swirling sky.
Wind whipped my body cold.
My mindset blank.
My face stained with the blood-tears.
Tears of the mind.
Tears of the soul.
Confusion my enemy.
Pride my sin.